This is the latest generation of the NightsAwake program. The program was begun in 2002 by LJ, Luke, Frost and Xerox (Third), as an outlet for people online all night, every night. The Project is a creative outlet only, and one has already been closed because of bitching and flaming. Please keep this a creative place. Accepted formats are: Prose, narrative, or verse. Please do not directly reference any person living or dead. Be wise, be courteous, and above all, be cool.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

To the Teeth.

I've grinned and had to bare it all.Some times I'm left on my own back porch up high. Sunlight shining.Cigarettes burning down the innocence.The world is unforgiving. As is the sun.Up high, I am but fragile in nature.My limbs just a slave to the mind which cannot yet make a sound and profound decision.Like a robot to search, a reputation to destroy the security.The sun embalms me as I learn to understand the point of the light coming down.You can spend hours trying to please everything and everyone.But at night you are to your own lack luster advances. You are but the one that puts yourself to rest at dark.

It was the smoke that unfurled.I've grinned and had to bare it all.For in your eyes I seek a difference,But in the reflection of your dilation becomes a realm of a whole generation.... the unknown.